[color=a0410d][h1]Jerod Staudinger[/h1][/color]

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Jerod had to give credit for the bandit refusing to simply keel over and die, even if he would have [i]much[/i] preferred that the axe wielding brute had simply done so. The slow, heavy wide swing the sellsword didn't even bother interfering with, neither to parry or deflect, instead stepping backwards, just enough to avoid its swing, and proceeded to dance forwards again, moving deftly as the bandit attempted to crowd and remove the newcomer to their group from the situation completely. As he crossed the gap, he noted the swordsman had quickly ducked in close, countering a feint and opening up with an attack of his own, which left Jerod with two options really. Peel off, assuming the Bandit was dead, and assist in mop up, or make sure the problem was resolved. There was only one real answer to that, one that was worth pursuing at any rate.

Not bothering with a battlecry, yelling, or generally being loud and boisterous with his own addition to the assault, he thrusted upwards, aiming to pierce the bandit's flesh just below the ribcage and spear upwards. He always found that, when feasible, it was less work to avoid the ribs than it was to brute force between them. Sure, he could do the latter if the need arose, but he preferred to only expend his energy when necessary. That, and the upwards motion would mitigate any potential problem with over penetrating and hitting the other swordsman.